Elite roleplay: The galactic bar

INGABA (Inara Galactic Bar)

Welcome to the swankiest bar and most popular bar on station. Located in the Pilot's market and due to its close proximity to the docks is heavily frequented by pilots and all manner of crew, tourists, and layover passengers. Dark, smokey and trimmed in neon lights and bits of tinsel, InGaBa plays only the best music straight from Radio Sidewinder and local DJ star, Janten Groove.

There are various tabled and seated cubby holes that patrons can hold private conversations as well the main bar top where all assortments of drinks and bar food can be ordered up. On the back of the bar on various shelves, from all over the galaxy, the fines and rarest ales preside. next to the impressive collection are several screens that can usually be seen playing adverts or the CQC championships.

It is the most prominent choice for meeting up with other pilots to discuss business discreetly, whatever they may be...

Notice booking the InGaBa for private functions require a deposit of 250,000 CR to cover potential damages.

InGaBa drinks menu:
  • Cubeo Gold - Mid Whiskey
  • Achenar Blue - Upscale Whiskey
  • Kamadhenu Red - Red wine
  • Old Sol - Scotch
  • Barnard's Choice - Gin
  • Crown Jewel - Cocktail
  • Pegasi moon - Pirate Surprise!
  • Supernova - Cocktail
  • Barron's Head - Beer
  • Lavian Brandy
  • Alioth Sparkling - Sparkling Wine
  • Jaques' Quinentian Still - Gifted by a mysterious benefactor, two of these rare devices now distill single shots of whiskey from whatever is on hand for the patrons of Ingaba.


General Roleplay Etiquette:

1. Control only the actions of your own character(s). (AKA: God Mode)
This doesn't matter how small the action is, even if it is as simple as scratching their nose or a direct reaction to something else that just happened. This applies to everything from casual conversation to full blown fight scenes. If you'd like someone to do something specific, PM that person, however keep in mind they are completely within their rights to say no. Especially if said action is inappropriate to their character and/or circumstance.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
Approaching with a conversation starter is fine, or indeed some other small action. However charging in, guns blazing and disrupting the flow of another person/pair/groups conversation/arc is about as rude as doing so in real life. If something is going on that you'd like to participate in, be subtle about it. Put out a gentle hook for someone to take, but again, be aware that said hook may not be taken. If you fear it was simply unnoticed, PM the person or people it concerns. Or even leave a message in the OOC forums.

3. Good grammar and spelling is preferred.
We're not asking you to be perfect, but please at least demonstrate willingness. no1 iz gna tak u srsly usng txt spk. There's a wide variety of people here, many who speak English as a second, or even third language. There are even some with varying degrees of dyslexia and/or likely other issues that affect spelling/grammar. We accept them all here. However, people who aren't accepted, are those unwilling to accept polite correction. Remember that even a small thing like the placement of a comma, or the wrong use of there/their/they're can completely change the definition of an entire sentence.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
If someone spots an issue with your writings, they may wish to help you improve that writing. They may do this through PM or even publicly air their thoughts on the OOC forum. If they have taken the time to be polite and explain what is wrong with your writing, the best way to behave is to respond in kind, using the same manner they have approached you with. It means they have taken an active interest in what you have written and wish to see more. Basically, you have a fan!

5. Don't take the actions or opinions of things done IN RP, to be directly relevant to the writers thoughts or opinions.
Basically, if some ones character calls your character a jackass, it doesn't mean the writer thinks you are a jackass. It's a ROLE they are PLAYING. Watch a movie. The argument between the characters isn't an argument between the actors involved. The same applies here.

6. It's not a popularity contest.
Your RP might be bustling with participants. You have 3 people off station in a fire fight, while another 2 are infiltrating the darkest areas of the station, meanwhile a group of 4 others are tracking your movements in an effort to stop you. Good for you, I'm sure it will be a thrilling read! But you know what? Sometimes the absolute BEST work, comes from two RP characters having a simple heart to heart. Both are valid, both are great, but NEITHER is categorically better than the other. Period.


Inara RP Etiquette:

1. Respect the setting and rules of the universe.
Inara is an Elite: Dangerous 3rd Party Tool. The RP Forums are set in the Elite: Dangerous universe. Elite: Dangerous has rules, as any fictional universe does from Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, or Game of Thrones to Star Trek. If you intend to RP within the Elite: Dangerous universe you are bound by the history and rules of that universe. Simply put, this RP forum is bound by the same rules as the game, so if it can't be done in the game, it is not permitted here. This applies to things from a 50Ly Jump Range on a normal, unmodified Sidewinder, to the destruction of entire stations.

2. Respect the characters created by others.
We have a wide variety of characters already here. It's expected that some will be similar, just as it's expected that two characters will be vastly different. Opinions of each persons character will naturally be varied, but all are valid provided they follow the rules of the universe. You are allowed to interact with, or avoid interaction with, any character in the RP forums. But you have no right to belittle others for their creation. You are not an authority figure on writing, nor are you directly affected by another persons imagination. You might not like it, but you MUST respect it.

3. Be caught up on current events before joining in.
You need basic things like character descriptions in order to interact with them. You also need to know what's going on in the surrounding areas. This is simply because the people you are hoping to RP with, might be gearing up to something that you might not want to be part of. Or simply that the most recent post, out of context, could leave a different impression on the goings on than if you gather that context. We don't expect you to read every single post from the beginning of the forums, just enough to get that basic understanding.

4. Either subscribe to, or frequently check, the Roleplay: Q&A and OOC forum.
People may be discussing something relevant to you there, or even discussing you directly. Perhaps someone asked what the general consensus on the existence or non-existence of a certain object. Or we're just chatting about random gibberish. Either way, be aware of it and use it. If you're unsure about something, such as how guns would look and or behave, or even the music selection, use the OOC forum to ask. We don't have all of the answers, but the collective knowledge and logic usually allows us to overcome an issue and come to a decision on what should be allowed. Frontier Developments, and even David Braben himself, don't have the answers to every possible question that can be asked.

5. Large Scale events exploding out of nowhere are a complete no go.
We get it. Everyone wants their character to be noticed and for people to be tripping over themselves to interact with them. In some audiences, an introduction involving you blasting in for landing in a fiery wreckage of a ship, before cart wheeling out and sword fighting 35 Ninjas before whisking off with the local celebrity for a glorious night of passion, is in fact, cool. This is not one of those audiences. It is generally considered better to build your character up slowly over time. Eventually, you might even have a legitimate excuse to fight those Ninjas. Maybe even with other RP participants by your side.

6. Perfect characters are boring.
The point of a character arc, is that it is in fact, an arc shape. One who is morally unquestionable, fully kitted out and an infinite fountain of knowledge, cannot go through an arc. Give your character flaws. Be it a tendency towards befriending the wrong people, or a bad knee that frequently gives out at inopportune moments. It gives readers something to latch onto and empathise with. You can give your character exceptional capabilities at something, but it requires balance. She's a damn good pilot with no equal, but can't drive an SRV for peanuts. It can lead to some very interesting moments between characters, be it heartfelt or comedic.


Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

All in all, remember this is purely for fun. We have some seriously talented writers here, and others whose writing history starts and ends at high school. But many are willing to help out in whatever way they can. All it takes is that you ask nicely.

Also keep in mind that many people who RP here, also have logbook stories related to the character, or characters, they portray. If it looks like there's an "in joke" going on that you're unsure of, it's probably in those.

In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

Most, if not all RP participants here have Logbook stories pertaining to their character(s). These are for the reading pleasure of anyone who wishes to do so. While it can be useful to read them in order to gain a bit of backstory on a character you wish to interact with, it should not be assumed that your character shares that knowledge. Within the E:D Universe, these Logbooks either don't exist, or are private diaries kept by the characters. Either way, without explicit statements to say otherwise from the writer, your interactions should reflect that your character is in the dark about any information you, the writer/reader, have gained from reading the stories.
16 Jun 2016, 2:40pm
Marra Morgan enters.

She's dressed in tight black leathers and a vest-top branded with the words "Sunny Pegasi" in rainbow colours. Her dreadlocks hang loosely around her shoulders, her bare arms adorned with the complex tattoos associated with the Pegasi pirate-clans. Her heeled boots give a few more inches of height to her petite frame.

Two steps behind her looms her bodyguard; a walking hulk of black armour emblazoned with the Black Omega logo. After sweeping her gaze across the bar, Marra turns to give him a swift nod, holding up her hand. "Aros yma," she commands in an archaic language. He nods in return and obediently takes up a position on the door.

Marra strolls over to the bar itself, a self-confident swagger in her stride. She leans across the counter, looking up to the top-shelf selection of the finest spirits and orders a large Eranin Pearl. She turns and leans back, sipping on her drink whilst watching the other patrons.
16 Jun 2016, 4:01pm
Rebecca watched through the reflection in her bottle how the dreadlocked, tattooed woman entered the bar. It was fairly obvious that she belonged neither to Federation nor to the Empire. Even without the writing 'Sunny Pegasi' on her vest. The big bodyguard behind her had a logo on his armour, but she didn't recognize it.

She pulled her mobile terminal out of it's holder on her hip, activated the cameramode and took a selfie. A risky manouvre since she had no information about the bodyguard nor the woman he accompanied. If the woman noticed how she took the picture she'd either knew immediately what was going on or she'd consider Rebecca as a selfcentered, dumb girl.

A quick search in the databases of the Federal Secret Service produced the name 'Black Omega'. Rebecca pulled an eyebrow up. She'd already heard of this particular group and if the woman in question was accompanied by a bodyguard, she surely had a fairly high rank.

'Shit, this might be trouble.', she thought to herself.

She opened the communication menu and sent a encrypted textmessage to the HQ in the Sol system.

'Possible Black Omega priority target located. Orders?'


Last edit: 16 Jun 2016, 6:30pm
16 Jun 2016, 4:31pm
Heathen entered the bar walking next to his co pilot Muninn, both still adorning their worn flight suits with no patches on them. As they walked to a booth Heathen noticed a Fuel Rat taking a selfie, thinking he only ever heard of such a thing from history books of a time before WW3. People are strange he thought.

"Drinks on me, what will it be?" Muninn gave Heathen the best 'youre kidding me' look. "Okay okay, whiskey straight"

Heathen went up to the bar, across from a tattoo covered woman "at least I can relate to that" scratching the shaved and tattoo side of his head. "Barman, two whiskeys and dont give me that moonshine crap"

Heathen looked round at the bar watching what was happening.
16 Jun 2016, 5:32pm
Marra smirks at the vanity of the young woman taking a selfie, before turning her attention to the tall pilot at the bar. She peers curiously at the tattoos on his head, trying to discern which clan they belong to, if any.

Meanwhile, Marra's bodyguard has his mirrored visor fixed squarely in the direction of selfie-girl.


Last edit: 16 Jun 2016, 5:37pm
16 Jun 2016, 6:09pm
Rebecca Hail 'Possible Black Omega priority target located. Orders?'


-The message came clear as sky, as well as the notorious voice-
*Rebecca Hail- as in Rebecca Hail from the Fuel Rats?*
A sigh-
*Rebecca, you're on an encrypted military code, alright, a CONFIDENTIAL, military code. The last time it was a ruthless assassin in Nagnatae that turned out to be nothing more than a bounty hunter tracking his lost dog, the second it was a crime lord over due on paying his parking tickets- you do NOT have permission to use the line everytime you see someone in black clothes and gives you a shiver when you look at them. This line is for top of the line military threats only, do not contact us again, unless you actually have something worth looking at. Thank you, and have a nice day. Representative out*
16 Jun 2016, 6:34pm
Feeling unnerved by the intensity of the stare from the woman with dreadlocks, Heathen grabbed the drinks and sat in the booth. While raising his drink "trouble brewing Muninn"

Muninn looked over at the situation amd looked over at Heathen "fight or flight boss?"
16 Jun 2016, 6:45pm
Trouble doesn't sleep.  Even this side of the witching hour, when the full moon crowd has largely cleared out and all that's left is this bland mix of sadness and failure, there's always the possibility of bad shit flipping a table and turning the quiet mood south.

And, sure enough.  In walks this whip of a girl with a goddamn mountain on her heel.  I'd know those tats anywhere.  The rainbow bit is especially cute, considering how under the ember-red glow of your typical Pegasi dwarf star, every color looks like it's soaked in blood.  Maybe that's how they manage to overlook the blood on their hands.

Mind you, I don't necessarily have anything against pirates.  Everybody's got to make a living.  But I'm also not above a little casual stereotyping.  Trust but verify.  Talk softly, and carry a fuck-off big stick.  This one looks like she knows all the old adages about how not to get screwed in a game of supranational realpolitik.  Or a bar brawl.  And the way she sets up her attack-planetoid at the door tells me she also knows how to corner a room.

But, you know ... we're all just drinking here, right?  Save the blood feuds for the black.  She's got good taste in liquor, and that satisfied smirk she's wearing as she turns around and leans back to take in the rabble says she's content, at least for now, to live and let live.

I go back to my own drink.  Don't poke the bear, Terra.

But the Fuel Rat across the room doesn't seem to have gotten that memo.  I know that selfie trick.  And the look that comes over her face says that whatever her fishing expedition turned up is potentially very bad news.

Sunny Pegasi doesn't seem to notice.  But Cerberus over there by the door sure does.

Let's just hope Rat is smart enough to avoid biting off more than I think all of us put together can chew.


Last edit: 16 Jun 2016, 7:12pm
16 Jun 2016, 7:09pm
Rebecca started grinning more and more as her CO ripped some smartass operator apart on the coms. She only saw it in text form but it felt very satisfying as she read along.

'... the next time you disrupt one of my operations, I'll personal take care that your sorry ass disappears in a deep dark hole on some shitass planet in the federal backwater. Now get off this line before I get seriously angry.'

She tried to hide her grin as the answer came.

'Stand by for now. We've observation units enroute, they'll arrive in a few hours, then we simply use the station logs to get her name. Carry on with whatever you're doing at the moment.'

She let out a relieved sigh and stretched a bit. She would need a bigger gun for that fight. But for some reason she couldn't lean back and relax. Instead she felt eyed now.


Last edit: 16 Jun 2016, 7:16pm
16 Jun 2016, 7:11pm
Glaring at his partner "Muninn you know I can just about fly with my prosthetic, no hail the dock manager and warn him for a hasty getaway, dont go to trouble, let trouble do the hard work" shaking his head at his young friend.

Glancing over at the tank on the door, Heathen scanned for any lumps that could be concealed weapons.
16 Jun 2016, 7:36pm
Looking back at the fuel rat, Heathen hoped that she wasn't trying something stupid, knowing there would be consequences for everyone in attendance.

Looking back at the tattoos of the woman with dreadlocks he looked deeper trying to remember what the crew he grew up with said about them, being many years past since he set foot in pirate space.

"Have your pistol ready just in case though"
16 Jun 2016, 9:15pm
Xeknos cocked an eyebrow at the goings on. He saluted the pilot he bought the drink for one final time before he got up and meandered - slowly, so as to not attract too much attention - back to his corner booth.

It was usually best to have your back to a wall in this instance, or be within close range of a door. However, the huge slab of muscle that had taken over bouncer duty negated any possibility of the second, so the first would have to do. Especially given the ability for everyone present to have picked up on the selfie trick the woman with the Fuel Rat patch just tried to pull.

The PDA didn't come back out this time.
16 Jun 2016, 9:24pm
Heathen saluted his glass to the man who just moved to a booth, it was a wise decision, who knew how a wrong move could go.

Given what wasn't a subtle move, the fuel rat should most probably stop typing on her terminal and finish her bottle, drawing attention was a bad move.

Heathen fiddled with his prosthetic, it felt a little tight at the knee joint. Once satisfied he turned to Muninn "next round on you, get a bottle this time and share a glass with that gentleman, see if that Hulk wants a smoke as well"

Heathen looked down at his now empty glass, tonights going to be a long night.
17 Jun 2016, 7:39am
The generosity was a blessing. Truly. There are many people with many ideas about how karma might pay off, but this simple act of kindness was the true form of miracles. Accepting with offer of a drink, Andrew asked the barkeep for a scotch. Just like his new friend. Raising the toast after brought back every ounce of cheerfulness he had entered with those few hours ago. "Second Chances."

Following the brief glimpse of goodness, the pub sank back into what it normally was. Some customers paid their tabs and left...yet more new comers arrived. Now was the hour for the "late crowd". Oh man, did it start off right.

Not one, but two different duos found their way in from the streets. Each sporting their own style of tattoos and brand of badass. While they were the second group to arrive, the pair of classic aces were welcome patrons. Their flight suits and demeanor giving them the feel of casual professionals. Certainly the most welcome customers for any bar. Unfortunately...their arrival was lost in the shadow of the first couple.

Not a metaphor. Literally. They were literally overshadowed by the manslide that was playing bodyguard. The fellow was so large he almost seemed fake. Calling him a brute would have been rude...had it not been for his accomplice. A young woman. Dressed, well, we'll say confidently. With logos on both her clothing and skin. Exposing her identity as a pirate. Or at least, her affiliation with some. A group from the Pegasi systemgroup? Didn't matter. All of it together was enough to make the bar come alive. People sniffed trouble, and whether they sat quiet or took pictures...they made their awareness clear.

Except for the pillowman throwing back his gift of scotch. He didn't notice the girl till she claimed a stool alongside the rest of them. The ink and the outfit didn't set off any alarms. The only pirates he had ever seen were the same little pips on the radar as everyone else. His new friend was more observant, thouh. Cautious too. It wasn't until Xeknos(never actually got a name) left in silence...that Andrew sensed something was amiss.

Catching a wiff of the vibe, he rolled his fat suit around on his stool. Scanning over his shoulder for the threat. Seeing the new, black-armored door..."Holy Mahone-y." He was audible, almost a dramatic gasp. Andrew's eyes widen. Realizing how loud he had been. Turning slowly in his seat, he closed his eyes and pinched his lips in an expression of fear and shame. Veeeeeery sloooooowly swiveling himself back towards the bar. Away from the armored thug. Mumbling to himself as he did. "ShiShiShi..." Now he was right back where he was before. Unable to afford another round...but now unable to leave.


Last edit: 17 Jun 2016, 7:53am
17 Jun 2016, 7:46am
When the patron very audibily expressed how I felt about the body guard, I put my head in my hands "last thing we need to draw attention to the Hulk"

When Muninn came back Heathen grabbed the bottle and took a swig. He needed it.....
17 Jun 2016, 8:53am
Heathen does a double take on Do, was this the man who offered him to wing? Knowing what he knew it was hard to establish something new but this man was brave for trying.

Heathen Looks at his PDA, trying to find jobs, trying not to pay attention to the tension

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